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Click hereTo the Edge of a Pearly World
Where waves steal onto the boat
in black clouded slivers of wet
a morning sea yearns for the blue
unclouded skies, still hopeful
he reaches for the uneaten fruit
but, distracted by the dark
curve of a breast, finds warm grays
and black, her smoothly soft thigh.
They could burn again, a sip
spread in languid liquid, kiss
as fingertips mold to a face
a memory of what was once
a fine dust floating in the light
the remaining grit smeared
on her cheek, her eyes dreaming:
charcoal on an empty page.
I have no idea what anyone is talking about, some people go nuts for porn, I just like pictures. (5) Reminds me of my days on bikini.
Shiva and I.
to read a poem here by someone who can use imagery and (omigod) enjambment intelligently in a poem. I especially liked this: They could burn again, a sip / spread in languid liquid, kiss / as fingertips mold to a face
a memory of what was once / a fine dust floating in the light[.] I quite liked the ending image, though I'm not sure it makes rational sense. (Is the page empty if there is charcoal on it?) Good poem. Nice picture.